| Poetry: Lust: Medea et son objet du désir (1/1) |
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Silly rabbit! Tricks are for parlors. Come - step into mine. I watch you, you know - note your bony frame and wonder if you sprang from some random toss of the hydra's teeth. So quiet under scrutiny. You tease. I'll be your Medea - at least for one day - distract you from your journey. I can already feel the desire building in me - let me ride you and satisfy the craving. I'm so hungry. Come join me - for tea. Let me pleasure you and see it in your eyes - once, at least - before you rush off on your busy quest. Come closer - relax. I won't... Actually, yes, I will. But you won't regret it. |
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